Chapter 2

"So Ginny, what's up with you and Harry?" The girls were sitting by the window in the Common Room, bathed in the summer sunlight. Hermione had her hair pulled over one side of her neck, exposing the pale skin beneath her thick curls. Ginny's legs were tucked beneath her, and she was perched on the windowsill. Her red tresses were tied up in a loose bun, and her brown eyes sparked at the mention of her boyfriend.

"Ugh…it's so stupid. He wants to settle down, I want to travel. I mean, if this ever works, we have to compromise! He seems completely set on this whole 'house in the suburbs' thing! I mean, really? He's the freaking Boy-Who-Lived, Chosen One and everything, but does he want adventure, travel? No! He wants a home, and a boring little life!"

Hermione thought Harry's idea of living sounded fabulous, but held her tongue.

"I thought he wanted to be an Auror?"

"Sure he does, but after what he's done, how boring would that be?" The red-headed girl was flaring up, and she stood up abruptly.

"It's ridiculous! All of it! Why would he of all people want to settle down?" And with that, the temperamental Weasley stalked away, leaving a bemused Hermione in her wake.

She found Harry in the Library, writing so violently he was ripping his parchment to shreds.

"Reparo," She said, repairing his tattered piece of parchment.

"Thanks 'Mione , you were always better at that spell than me," He sighed, rolling up his incomplete essay, "I assume you're here about Ginny?"

"No not really…I mean…yes, pretty much," She admitted, sitting down.

"It's just that…she doesn't understand that I never had a family, or a home really…besides the Burrow of course," He explained, playing with his quill.

"And she's always calling me 'The Chosen One' or 'The Boy Who Lived' or some other ridiculous nickname…" Hermione nodded, and felt a tingle of annoyance in her gut at her red-haired friend. Ginny should know Harry was more than that, he was a person, not a celebrity or a super hero.

"Oh Harry… why don't you tell her that this bothers you?"

He just shook his head, "I have, she just doesn't listen. It's like she wants me to live in the past… to always be that boy who defeated Voldemort, you know?"

"I'll be sure to have a talk with her Harry, you can be sure of that," The thick haired girl replied before getting up and patting her best friend on the shoulder. He smiled up at her, and nodded gratefully.

Hermione sighed as she walked out of the library. Of course, it would be nearly impossible to talk to Ginny about this, she was so stubborn. But I have to try, at least… she told herself before climbing through the port hole and coming face to face with the red head in question.

"Hello Hermione!" She said perkily, as if she hadn't run off in a huff earlier that day.

"Uh…hey Ginny," Hermione replied, somewhat confused. Her friend seemed fine, cheerful in fact.

"Why so…well…happy?" Ginny grinned wider.

"I've decided that the only way to sort anything out is for Harry and I to take a break," She said casually, twirling a strand of hair around a finger.

"What?" The curly haired girl gasped.

"Like I said…Harry and I ought to take a break for a while. See other people. You know, just to sort out our priorities. Or at least for him to sort out his priorities," The Weasley girl said before flouncing past Hermione, into the hall. Hermione put her face in her hands and groaned. This was obviously going to take longer than she imagined.

And that's that! More chapters soon I hope, but I will be out of town for nine days, beginning on the 7th, so hang in there! Reviews are welcome, and would be LOVED(:-Dizzylizzy13